Baba [to the lil' monkey, following a lengthy parental disqusition about something or another, after which, crickets]: I get the feeling you’re not reallly listening to me.
Pause.
Lil’ monkey: What did you just say?
Baba [to the lil' monkey, following a lengthy parental disqusition about something or another, after which, crickets]: I get the feeling you’re not reallly listening to me.
Pause.
Lil’ monkey: What did you just say?
This evening the lil’ monkey took umbrage at being interrupted to come to dinner. She had been spelling her name out over and over, along with sundry other words and non-words.
Baba: Why in the Sam Hill did you just whack Mama?!
Lil’ Monkey: Because I wanted to find some harassing way to get her to let me write some more.
[Note to self: It didn't work when the little girl did it, so it is likely not to work if I do it. Even if I have the good sense to whack Mama on the hiney instead.]
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